The trees were swaying back and forth. As if someone moved a hand
across them and made them ripple like the ocean. She gazed out from
the window to watch a small gray squirrel hop from tree to tree.
Stopping to assess the environment around him, and merrily continue
to hop. Round. Everything about her was round. Her eyes were the
gateway to her soul, look through them and you would learn
everything about her. She was a pear shaped girl. Nothing
spectacular to look at. Although thats what she loved to do. She
loved to watch things. Anything really. As she was doing right now,
so she did everyday. She watched.
He never came by without her asking. But she looked anyway.
Perhaps just as the squirrle rounded the branch on the second
tree he would be walking down the street. She looked. Turning her
head to the side of the window, she looked as far down the street
as she could. Only able to see the next two houses on her side of
the street and three houses across the street from her, she still
didn't see his typical tan jacket swaying side to side down the
street. He never came by.
She walked away from the window towards the stove. Her round hips
hit the side of the chair as she tried to squeeze in between the
chairs and the wall. The kitchen she walked into was dimly lit.
Not modern by anyones standard, most of the appliances were
covered with grime. She walked to the stove and lit a ciggerette.
The embers on the end of the rolled paper glowed brightly. Light
whiffs of smoke filled the air. She just looked at the end of the
ciggerette burning, and wordered why he never came.
Watching the embers slowly go out, she placed her wide blacked
lips on the filter of the fag. As she inhaled, she started to
turn around in a staggered circle, thinking to her self why he
had never showed. Eventhough it made perfect sence, she had to
wonder. With the ciggerett in her hand she turned swiftly towards
the window. She creaned her head towards the living room window.
Did she hear the gate open, she wondered. She dashed towards the
window, snagging her tight leggings on a stray nail on the side
of the dnning room table. Fighting to loosen her self, she
struggled to look towards the window. She hopped that would be
him. Please let it be him. Because, she thought to herself. If it
werent, the house of cards that she built, would come crashing
Thats how I ended up here. Waiting for the answer. Waiting for
everything I gambled on to come true. Let me just introduce
myself. My name is Kacy Ann Stevenson, and I am committed. I've
been in Brookdale hospital now for lets see... four years, two
months, twently nine days, eleven hours, and some random amount
of minutes and seconds. It's unfortunate you see that this girl,
well that girl that you were reading about, yes me, that I am
here. I am rather lucky. I rather be here than where I could have
ended up. It happened so near, but yet so long ago that I often
chuckle and cry at the same time when thinking of what got me
here. It's a really long story, but seeing as how I have nothing
to do I guess I ought to tell this story. You see they don't
trust me. Thats why they have me in this padded room without any
kind of furniture. They think I am a danger to myself and others.
Maybe I am.
He didn't know much about her the day he agreed to meet her at
42nd street. He had seen her picture, and spoken to her a few
times on the phone, but he really didn't know much about her. She
seemed bubbly, funny, and personable. He guessed those were
qualities every man should look for in a woman. He guessed.
He waited for her in front of the theather. There were so many
people walking up and down the street. Vendors on the right of
him, tourist stoping and taking pictures, pointing at things. It
would be hard to find her even if he werent looking incredibly
hard. He started to pace in front of the AMC... figuring if he
moved around a bit he wouldn't be so nervous about meeting this
girl. One of the vendors a few steps up had a bucket full of
single stem roses. He figured if he got one for her, perhaps that
would give him a better chance of getting to second base that
night. Eventhough he's just meeting her, anything is possible in
She thought she saw someone who looked like him, but it was too
far into the distance for her to really tell. People were
crowding the streets, rushing past her, standing in front of her,
all so much that it was rightfully annoying just trying to get in
front of the theather. But there he was. He had such a wide smile
on his face, that she knew this had to be the guy that she was
talking to. This was him. They spoke a few words, and stopped to
gaze at each other as the busy Manhattan street surrounding them
continued to exisist. They spoke the usual introductory words to
each other that people normally say when meeting for the first
time. The his, how are yous, and so on and so forth. Nothing was
unusal thus far. They walked down the jam packed street towards
41st to waste time before their movie started. Both exchanged
quick glances and continued to speak words that in the end would
mean nothing. Does anything mean anything anymore? No one can
really answer this, unless they were filled with some sort of
higher meaning. Which neither of these two possed.
Eventually they would find themselves in the Lowes theather
seated next to one another, watching a movie that she had already
seen. She found her self struggling to fight off sleep, in
between sceens of action and romance. Oddly enough, just as
Angelina Jolie shouted "You still alive baby?" she felt something
run across her toe. She jumped back into her chair thinking that
a mouse had ran over her foot. But when she looked down, she saw
that it was his socked toe outside of his shoe. She was entirely
confused. She didn't know whether to kick him or let it continue.
It was just all so wierd for her. Perhaps that inaction is what
lead to to eventually be where she is know, locked away in a
mental institution for killing the man next to her. But she let
him continue to touch her wedges with his socked feet. She
glanced at him, and him back at her and just maybe she would love
After the Angelina and Brad realized they actually loved each
other and the movie ended, her date...well my date and I walked
around Manhattan. It was rather interesting really, because I
really just couldnt leave him. He has this look in his eyes that
peirced me in my soul. It was hard looking him in the eye. His
dimples, the gleem in his eyes. The way he stared directly into
her eyes I felt like I could melt. We walked around, up and down
and I just couldnt beleive that this guy was for real.
"So what kind of music do you like" he asked as we walked in front
of the Virgin Mega store. I traced circles around his hands that
were intertwined in mine. Giggling like a school girl, I batted my
eyes and replied "Why don't you let me show you."
We walked into the huge outfit and headed straight for the rock
section. I noticed all the other couples around us, and thought how
good we would be together. I could really see myself with him. Yes
I know this was the first date, and yes I was prolonging it by
continuing on random excursions, but I could feel something
brewing. He wasn't rushing to go either. He was the one rubbing his
feet on me. He was the one magically pulling flowers out behind his
back to impress me. We walked around arm and arm listening and
discussing different genres in music, and I all could think about
was should I let him kiss me.
As the months grew things between the two began to evolve. She
started to feel closer to him with every breath she took. This
feeling was strange to her, becasue sehs never felt this sort of
connection to anyone before. She never felt as if a person was
acutually apart of her soul. But he was. The more time they spent
together, the more she was unable to separate herself from him, and
it would be to his detriment.
She lay on her bed thinking about last night. He had come over to
her house, and she cooked for him. This was totally out the
ordinary for her, but after all she was trying to impress him. She
lit candles and placed them on the table, cooked a whole succlent
chicken and popped open a bottle of pignot grigio. Before he could
sit down to eat, she ran into the bathrroom and showered. He peeked
his head into the door, and she smilled. She wondered if she would
be able to get him to join her.
"you want to come in, the water is warm." She did her expected
eye batting thing, which she knew he could not resist. He looked
at her, and put his hand behind the curtain. Behind the curtain
was moist with hard droplets of water spraying from the shower
head. She held out her hand that contained the loofa for him to
sponge her, but instead he put his hand on her already taunt
nipple. She leaned back further into the shower making room for
him to join her. He was still standing partially outside of the
shower with his clothes on. While rubbing her nipples, he kicked
off his loafers and pulled back the shower curtain.
She pulled him into her, and while the water was caascading over
them he slid his hand from her nipples to her already wet core. He
was still fully clothed, but she didn't care. The animal lust took
her over and eventhough the water was pelting her, he could feel
that she was wet. He growned in her ear as he slammed her against
the wall. While she was tearing off his shirt, he had one hand on
his zipper and the other steadily stroking her pussy. His dick
wanted to explode. He had to slow down. She finally had off his
shirt, and some how managed to get his pants off. He reached behind
the curtain to turn off the light. She grabed his hand.
"No. I want to see you."
She pulled his hand back to her pussy and began to grind on his
"Stroke it for me" So she reached out her hand and felt his hard
cock. It pulsed under the beating of the water, and she felt her
own pussy start to throb. The passion was heavy in the air. Steam
filled the room and pushed out the sighs that were coming from
behind the shower curtain. Both so wet. Both pumping on to each
other. She could feel the tip of his hard dick press on her clit
and she yearned to have him stroke her. He pushed her hand aside
and slid down to his knees in the shower. She was shocked, but
releaved. The feeling of his hot mouth, the water tapping her
nipples, his finger in her ass. She wanted to ride his mouth like a
He licked and plunged deep in to her bumhole. He bent his finger
and stroked her from the inside. She made sitting rocking motions
beging for him to continue. She wanted to touch him to feel his
cock rupture her from the inside. She wanted to feel his hot load
burst inside her.
He reached up and grabbed her by the throat. Kacy Ann didn't want
him to stop. The pressure from his hand, the pulsating beat of his
dick on her clit, her heart was racing out her chest. She needed
air or she would faint. The air was so heavy. She quickly began to
feel the mood of the room change. His hand and his grab was more
urgent and threathening. With the grip of his jigantic hand
circling her throat, she tried to get out--leave the shower, leave
the bathroom getting to a space where she could breath.
"where you think your going" He gripped her to the wall and turned
her to face the hot wet wall. She tried to say, she couldn't
breath, that she wanted some air, that she needed to stop. But his
hand came swooping down on her mouth. She tried to push back, but
he pinned his body to hers.
Then it all went black.
The floor was wet underneath her, she could feel beads of a salty
liquid roll off her brown. Kacyann touched her hand to her head,
and felt the puddle around her. She was dizzy and she didnt know
why. As she struggled to stand up, she knew she was hurt and
something was seriously wrong. In the kitchen she looked around and
show how ransacked her apartment was. Dishes were shattered and on
the floor stained with speckles of blood.
She managed to drag herself further throughout the house to
inspeact. As Kacyann moved, her head and body ached to high hell.
She growned with each movement. She suddenly placed her hand to her
breast plate where she realized was a source of most of her pain.
Did he stab her? Was he stabbed? Was he hurt, was he even still
Kacyann fell to the floor. This could not be happening. She saw the
box containing her months earning scattered to the floor and the
rest of the containts of the dress draw open and on the floor.
This is how the plotting began.
She didn't know his involvement.
She didnt know if he planned it.
But what she did know, was that if he was a live, for today "Romeo
was going to die"